It ain’t over ’til it’s over, OK!
Politics and sports. Two parallel worlds based on (endless) conflicts. Teams trying to one-up the others, putting marks on scoresheets that will have no meaning in a decade, but that infuse their followers with adrenalin and allow unbelievable amounts of money to be disbursed in a quest that seems to defy logic.
Right now, the NHL is down to a final, or semi-final, or semi-semi-final game. Will the cup be hoisted this evening or will the world have to hold its collective breath for another evening? Even with the “local” interest (a Newf on one team, a Bluenoser on the other), this year’s series comes down to ticket sales in cities across the border. It might be our national game, but all monetary questions require a trip to a currency exchange, thank you very much.
In the other captivating story (all news networks all the time), Mr. Obama claimed the right to get into the ring against the other guy for bare knuckle match sometime later in the year. He had enough potential votes from within his own party to derail the other candidate (from his own team). The only problem is that the other pretender to the crown believes she is invincible (a great mindset in any contest, but there comes a time…). Last evening, she missed a wonderful opportunity to step aside with grace and honour; instead she made the declaration that she hasn’t yet decided on anything. It ain’t over ’til it’s over, OK! How about them apples?
And maybe it’s just an allegory for the world. No contest is over until both teams decide.
In a footnote, the Cup did pass to new hands this evening, and Newfoundland is proud.
